Kaimusailing

I deleted a whole post. It was gibberish, as usual, I was affected by re-reading “The Right Stuff” by Tom Wolfe. What a really good writer. But the effect on me was like a little boat sent off in the wake of a large ship. It affected me in other ways, my coorrespondence, see?
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I have to write what I have to write. Mostly so I can look back, next year, or later, hopefully, and retread the steps and refresh the memory.
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I finished the cheap hot dogs, but still had a lot of the mole. Is it like catsup that will last forever? Probably not. It did its job, it stood by and made cheap hot dogs stand proud. No, I am not working for the antacid industry. It’s hard to go to bland from blazin’ hot.
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The weather has restricted my biking with extreme heat or lightning and thunder. So, I make do with maybe a tuna sandwich or some other uninspired food until I can get out to the grocer’s. I ended up with nothing but 5 eggs left in the fridge and one can of tuna fish on the shelf. No bread. Last water used up on morning’s coffee. But we were receiving about 3 inches of rain during an intermittent thunderstorm event.
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I could call the car service and for ten bucks go shopping. The weather cleared late afternoon and I took my small shopping list, small but very necessary, and set out on the bike. Crisfield floods from time to time and now was the time. I had to reroute to go around the flooded areas. The weather was now cooler but humid after the storm’s passage.
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I had checked the grocer’s sales ad and there was a special, buy one package of rainbow peppers and get a package of dinner sausages for free. Of course when I got there there were no rainbow peppers. Instead I bought the chicken special, thighs for 99 cents a pound.
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On my way out the car service lady was outside the store and I chatted with her. She will be my transportation for my hip surgery in September.
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The photo is of a receding puddle that I had to avoid on my way to the store.